Outcast

Charging forward, Valoris takes the opportunity to send a thunder wave to knock Skolli off balance before ramming into him.

Sinking his teeth deep into his shoulder, Valoris shakes his head back and forth. Yelping Skolli tries to pull away before finally yelling.

" Yield! I Yield!"

Letting go, Valoris backs away and waits for the official to call the fight. Afterwards, he heads down to the fighter's room. None of the fighters had watched his match as they had figured the outcome was a given.

Several beasts stared at him in surprise as he walked in with no injuries. Minutes later Skolli limps in, his wounds starting to heal. He stares at Valoris in shock and more than a little fear.

"Valoris your winnings are 1 piece of medium-tier meat. Do you want to withdraw it, or use it to bet against your next fight"

" Bet against my fight"

"Very well, your next fight will be in an hour or so"

Finding an empty corner, Valoris sits, pulls out his wind/lightning branch and begins to cultivate. Amazed, he realizes his cultivation is at least 3 times faster than before the purified his bloodline.

"Best deal ever, I can't believe he sold that to me. I think I will stay here for a month or so. fighting here and training in the Draconic Body. Also making contacts with the Thousand Feathers clan. Maybe I can help forge an alliance between them and the Crimson Flame."

As he cultivates and plans, Skolli is speaking quietly with a couple of other fighters, their eyes occasionally darting over to Valoris.

" Next fight, Parth VS Valoris"

As Valoris moves, he notices that a black cobra with red stripes moves as well. They make eye contact and Parth nods before heading up before him.

Arriving in the arena, they square off against each other. Parth tenses, waiting for the signal. Valoris prepares as well, knowing that this fight won't is as easy.

"Start!"

Immediately Parth hisses and a green liquid shoots out. Valoris dodges to one side but some of the liquid splashes against his body. His scales wither and melt before falling off. Hissing in pain, Valoris sends a wind blade that hits the charging cobra knocking him back and cutting him open.

" Winner Valoris"

Heading back to the fighters room Valoris sits in the corner before meditating and sending dragon blood to his wounds to speed up the healing process. He feels new tender skin and scales growing over them.

" One more fight for today, then I will head back to the sleeping quarters," thinks Valoris, as he waits, he notices that more stares are being directed his way. It seems some of the fighters had watched his match and were trying to figure out how to beat his wind blades.

An hour and a half rolls by with his name not called. Just as he is about to get up and leave.

" Next match, Valoris VS Ling"

Ling is a large pangolin, covered in golden brown scales with thick curved claws. Slowly Ling heads towards the arena with Valoris following him.

Squaring off against each other, Valoris notices that Ling looks nervous, almost fearful. Confused he prepares for a tough fight as clearly, Ling specializes in defense.

"Begin!"

Valoris before stopping confused, Ling has curled into a ball and starts rolling towards him. Valoris sends multiple wind blades at Ling. They leave ugly scratch marks but aren't able to penetrate his scales.

Hissing Valoris moves out of the way before sending a thunder wave that hits Ling and concusses him. Pouncing he tries to pry Ling apart, managing to get one of his paws in Valoris starts trying to rip his stomach muscles.

Squealing, Ling opens his mouth and shoots out a red liquid that starts burning on contact. Pulling away while in pain, Valoris manages to slice several of Ling's stomach muscles making impossible for him to stay curled in a ball.

Backing away, Valoris rolls his tries to use dirt to rub off the red liquid as it continues to burn his forelimb. Looking at Ling, he sees that he starts to unfurl from weakened stomach muscles.

Taking this opportunity, he jumps forward and knocks him over. Placing his claw, he stares at Ling with his claws on his vulnerable c.h.e.s.t.

" Cough cough...I yield"

" Valoris wins"

Limping back to the fighter's room, he informs the official he is finished for the day. Having placed his winnings for the previous fights as collateral earned 6 pieces of medium-tier meat. Chewing on one to heal his forelimb, he heads back to his sleeping quarters.

Exhausted, he falls asleep almost immediately. During his sleep, he dreams he is flying in the middle of a giant storm. Looking at himself, he sees that he is a massive drake with barbed deep gray scales. A piercing screech pulls his attention away making him focus on a huge phoenix covered in flame flying straight at him.

Roaring, he flies at the phoenix both of them clashing tearing at each other. Just as he is about to rip the birds head off he wakes up breathing heavily.

Getting up Valoris contemplates on the weirdly vivid dream he had.

" Valoris? are you awake? It's Quez. The clan has come to a decision"